I'm here. || Karlnap

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TW's: slight body dysmorphic disorder, OCD, intrusive thoughts.

I had just gotten back from school when I walked into my room, I looked around and didn't like how it looked, it was so... plain. 

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Two hours later it was perfect, there were colored in paper butterflies that were dangling by the ceiling from string. They gently swayed when the air from my window came in. 

They were only in one corner of my room, over my desk, so I had put fake vines along another wall. I got them from my sisters room because she had some leftover ones. 

There were strands of fairy lights that hung down from the low ceiling, making the room light up a just little bit more. 

I was pacing around my room, tapping my fingers on my arm and trying to find something else to do. 

I got to the middle of my room and turned around, facing my mirror. I was about to lift up my shirt when my hand went to the back pocket of my jeans, grabbing my phone and clicking on Nick's contact. 

Does he even like me? What if he just said that so I would shut up? What if he's busy? He probably hates me. He only said he likes me because he feels bad for me. 

My thumb clicked the call button anyways and I put the phone to my ear, hearing the ringing. 

"Hi Kar." I heard him say, he sounded tired, like he just woke up. 

I woke him up. He probably hates me. I'm so pathetic. 

"Hi." I said in an almost whisper. I sat down on the floor, looking at myself in the mirror. 

"Are you thinking about it again?" He asked. I could hear covers moving in the background. 

"Yes." I replied, moving my gaze to look at the paper butterflies. 

"Can I come over?" He asked. 

"Yes." I said again. 

"I'll be there in a minute." I heard him say before he hung up, leaving me in silence with the phone still pressed to my ear. 

10 minutes later I heard a knock on the door, I went downstairs and unlocked it, opening the door and hugging Nick. He picked me up so I had my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, I put my head on his shoulder as he closed the door and carried me to my room. 

He took off his shoes and placed me down in my bed, lying down next to me and pulling me toward his chest. 

I curled into a small ball and put my head on his torso. He combed his hands through my hair and whispered reassuring nothings to me. 

I fell asleep shortly after. 

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I woke up to breathing next to me, I turned my head up and saw Nick sleeping peacefully. I moved around in his arms a little bit, scooting up so my head was on a pillow. Our faces were a couple inches apart and I saw his eyes open lightly. 

I put a hand on his cheek softly and leaned forward, pressing our lips together. He snaked his hand around my waist and left it near the end of my back, putting his hand on my chin to lean my head up he kissed back, tracing his fingertips along my back.

I pulled back reluctantly and smiled at him, he kept his hand on my chin and I kept mine cupping his face.

I stared into his eyes for a little while, they were a beautiful mocha color that I adored. I was about to stretch up and kiss his nose when my door opened. 

I saw Nick close his eyes as if pretending to sleep and I turned around, facing toward my door. 

Arlo was standing there with a shocked look on her face. I got out of bed quickly and walked over to the door, shooing her out and closing it. "What?" I asked her.

"Who's that?" She said in a weird, flirty tone. 

"Someone, what do you want?" I didn't actually know what me and Nick were, I was planning on asking him over the weekend. 

She glared at me. "Right. I was seeing if you wanted to go get dinner with me and mom but you seem a little busy." She said with a wink. 

I groaned. "Arlo, you know I'm ace. We aren't doing that. And I'll get breakfast with you and mom on the weekend or something." 

"I know, take a joke jeez. And m'kay, have fuunnn." She said, bringing out the u and n. 

I rolled my eyes and walked back into my room. Nick was sitting up in bed looking like he was holding back a laugh. 

"Shut up." I said with a laugh, walking over to him. 

He put his hands on my lower back, still having a big grin on his face. 

I squeezed myself in between his legs and put my arms around his shoulders. I put my forehead on his and squinted into his eyes. "What?" 

"I love your sister already." 

"OH AND KAR, MICA IS HERE BUT SHE'S NAPPING, IF SHE WAKES UP THEN PLAY WITH HER." I heard Arlo shout from downstairs and then close the front door. 

"Who's Mica?" Nick asked, rubbing his hands along my sides. 

"My 4 year old sister." 

"Mmm." He responded, turning me around and lifting me onto his lap. 

We sat in a comfortable silence until I finally broke it. "Can I do your makeup?" 

"Why?" He asked, unlatching his hands from my hips so I could walk to my desk drawer. 

I shrugged and pulled out a small makeup bag, pulling him onto the floor and telling him to close his eyes. 

"That's cold." Nick groaned as I put the makeup on his eye. 

"Calm down." I said, applying more eyeliner. 

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Half an hour later I was finished and I told Nick to open his eyes. 

I held up a mirror in front of his face and he looked at himself. "damn." He said, turning his head around to look at it from all angles. 

"I did that all, you didn't look hot before." I said, smirking at him. 

"I always look hot." He said, pretending to be offended. 

"No you aren't. Suck it." I said with a grin, putting away the makeup bag. 

I walked to my closet and opened it, grabbing him a checkered black and white short skirt and a white crop top that had a small fire cartoon on the chest. 

"Put this on." I said, throwing it at him. 

He picked it up off the floor and sighed, standing up and walking into the bathroom in the hallway. 

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